Before you is a vast stretch of [Wasteland], a brown crust specked with defiant green. Warped skeletons of cars lie beside what passes for roads after the nuclear event. You take your first steps into the world. You have a [Pistol] in your hand: handmade, makeshift, of tubes and wood. […]
Why I Don’t Ride a Fixed Gear I walked down 51st street in the dark, the heat – a soft bodied wrestler, surrendering. I thought of us on bicycles, of myself on a bicycle. At the stoplight the full moon was as big and brief as Arkansas – Jack and […]
Christine Labban is a visual artist from Beirut, Lebanon. She received her MA in photography from LUCA School of Arts, Brussels Belgium. She engages photography and digital art with a desire to capture and portray the mundane from her own perspective.
Spider monkey got a haircut. He sat down in the haircut chair. I say to my kid: At the first sight of tears, Your petition is denied. An owl nurse came in with a speech impediment. She couldn’t say what she wanted. The mouse put on the helmet. The inside […]
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